"I said 'don't get cross'," the Doctor said, scuttling backwards behind the console and, he hoped, out of reach of a potential slap. "I did say."
"In what way," Donna said, very slowly, "are we, you and me, married? Because I think I'd remember"Firat time we met. You in a white dress. Biodamp ring. Remember? Except - oh, you'll laugh at this - probably - possibly - I sort of made a tiny mistake with the type of biodamper and we're actually legally married in nine-tenths of this part of the galaxy." Donna was quiet, in much the same way that the eye of the hurricane was quiet just before the other side of the storm hit. "Not on Earth, though," he added. "Well, only on Earth between the years 2250 and 5 billion and you look magnificent when you're angry, have I said
( ... )
Ace is the first person Martha meets who she already knew. Later there will be others, but Ace is the first. She's come looking for the Brigadier, she says, and she won't settle for seeing Colonel Mace.
"I could murder a drink. Is your shift over? Want to go to the pub?"
Martha finds she has a terrible, burning desire to say I saw you die.
She remembers a woman who grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the back of a motorbike on the outskirts of Edinburgh in the early days. They drove for twenty miles, thunder in their ears and the ground shaking under their feet, before Ace pulled over in a deserted field.
"Cloaking device on the bike," said Ace, by way of greeting, fast and practical. "I know you've got one too, but you could still get blown apart. Sarah Jane told me you'd come this way. You're hard to track down, Martha Jones."
She grinned, and it was beautifully unexpected. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Martha felt herself grin back.
He broadcast it live. He did that with all of the companions he caught. He
( ... )
Sarah Jane has a girlfriend. Sarah Jane. Has. A girlfriend. The world's falling down around their ears, evil alien balls with knives are raining down from the sky and *you're* worrying about Sarah Jane having a girlfriend. Typical
( ... )
Romana II/Leelasilly_cleoMay 24 2008, 00:09:10 UTC
Romana was never entirely sure what prompted her to ask Leela to be her bodyguard. Maybe it was that they’d both travelled with the Doctor and having her nearby made that time (and him) seem less far away. Maybe she’d done it because she was afraid that rather than changing Gallifrey, Gallifrey would change her and she hoped Leela would somehow be able to stop that. Which was perfectly ridiculous, of course, as Leela barely knew her and she barely knew Leela. As if it were a bodyguard's place to criticize the Madam President’s behaviour
( ... )
When he gets back to UNIT HQ from Llanfairfach, the first thing the Doctor does is take the TARDIS twenty years into the future - just to make sure.
Jo isn’t easy to locate, but he finds her eventually. Or rather, she finds him; he is checking Dinas Powys when she waves to him from the opposite side of the street. He barely has time to greet her before she dashes across the road and hugs him, saying “Doctor, it’s so good to see you again!”
They go back to her house, on the edges of town; she makes tea and biscuits “for old times’ sake”. He notices that there’s no one else at home.
As their tea cools on the kitchen table she tells him about everything that’s happened to her in twenty years: the expeditions to the Amazon (wonderful, just wonderful, they were just so full of life, and Doctor, you wouldn’t believe what happened that time their canoe got stuck in the middle of the river), the degree in botany (even without those A-levels), the activist life (rewarding, for the most part, and the mines did close eventually), the divorce
( ... )
Of the myriad of peculiar things that happened to Sarah on a very regular basis, waking up next to a beautiful redhead was not one that she could remember occurring terribly often before. A muffled voice from the pillow beside her seemed to be bemoaning its inevitable death-by-hangover. Sarah alarmed herself by slipping into Mum-mode.
"I'll get you some paracetamol," she said, sliding out of bed and hunting around for something to wear that wasn't last night's hastily discarded knickers.
***
An indeterminate amount of time later, still feeling a bit shaky but having calmed the worst of her headache with tea and painkillers, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on the newspaper and being deeply thankful that Luke was staying at Clyde's until dinner time. She glanced up as Donna came in, dressed in her suit again (fantastic suit, Sarah found herself noting) and looking at bit awkward. She smelled faintly of leftover perfume, mixed with cigarettes from the pub the night before
( ... )
“I did what you asked me to,” he says, almost pleading for forgiveness for something he already knows no one can forgive. No one needs to. Except himself, of course.
She makes no immediate response to his plea and simply stares at him. He can see her mind working.
Feels it.
She’s counting, almost. Stripes on his suit? Freckles, maybe. “And this is what you have become?” she asks.
And now he knows the answer: battle scars.
“I see it cost you, too.” She is taller now. Her hair reminds him of someone on some American TV show that Rose used to watch. It suits her, though. She is still very ... her, he thinks
( ... )
Martha/MasterallfireburnsMay 21 2008, 16:47:39 UTC
Martha Jones is not particularly interested in politics. Sorting out her family drama is politics enough for one lifetime. Studying takes up enough of her time, and she has dreams of one day having some semblance of a social life. In all of that, she doesn't have time to be particularly interested in politics.
She knows Harold Saxon is speaking, not far from the hospital, if only because the preparations for it meant she had to take a detour this morning and arrived at the hospital late. It's over by the time she leaves the hospital, the crowd gone, for which she's very grateful. She just wants to go home right now, have a cup of tea, watch stupid television and maybe take a nap before she absolutely has to study
( ... )
A scientific adviser. That was what Jack had said they needed. Tosh hadn't wanted to phone UNIT, but he'd asked her to, and they really did need some help. Owen was a doctor, but there was only so much that he knew about the chemical compound of this new alien slime thing, and the computer had still been drawing a blank after she'd run twenty-seven different analysis programs
( ... )
“This is such bullshit,” sighed the American woman at length. “C’mon, let’s go for a walk.”
It was a good enough day for a walk on the South Bank, Martha thought, but not your usual job interview procedure.
“This isn’t a job interview,” the American, Dr Holloway, sighed. “This is just to make sure the paperwork’s filled in. Martha - we know what happened to your family. It’s kinda our fault. We just wanted to make good.”
Martha stopped dead. “How’d you know -?”
“I’m chief medical adviser to the Unified Intelligence Taskforce,” said Dr Holloway, seriously. “And I’m not hiring an assistant, I’m training an apprentice.”
“What, like Obi-Wan and Luke Skywalker?” Martha giggled, and to her surprise Dr Holloway was laughing too.
“Exactly! Man, you have no idea how long it’s been since someone cracked a Star Wars joke to me. Nine years, nearly. Miz Jones -” she lapsed into a bad Bogart imitation - “this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!”
“What would you have done if we had been trapped on that ship forever?”
Nyssa was sitting on her bed, legs swinging, and Tegan looked up in surprise when she spoke. She’d asked it in a perfectly normal voice, as if it was a perfectly normal question. No different to inquiring about the weather or wondering aloud what outfit she should wear today.
“I don’t know.”
What was she supposed to say? It was all over now, anyway. Tegan didn’t particularly want to dwell on it. The Brigadier had been returned to his own time, with his memories fully restored and, as usual, the Doctor had swept away just as suddenly as he’d arrived.
Sometimes his detachment alarmed Tegan, but, the more time she spent with him, the more she came to understand why it was necessary. He’d been willing to give up his regenerations to save her and Nyssa, but they’d never speak about it again. Couldn’t speak about it again. It would be too hard
( ... )
Romana I/Romana IIjaneturenneMarch 23 2011, 06:40:04 UTC
“Romana! Crossing your own timestream. I knew you’d turn out all right in the end.”
“Hello, Doctor,” says Romana, with a smile. “However did you recognize me?”
“Oh, I have a bit of a knack for these things, you know, very simple once you’ve got the hang of it. Look, Romana,” he says, turning to the woman on the other side of the console, “say hello to yourself.”
“Charmed,” says the younger Romana, carefully looking herself over.
“Hello,” says Romana, with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll both be wondering what I’m doing here.”
“I was just saying to myself, wasn’t I just saying to myself, yes, I was just saying to myself, ‘What is Romana doing here,’ I was saying, wasn’t I
( ... )
Romana II/William ShakespearejaneturenneMay 19 2011, 23:24:23 UTC
"Romana, this is Will Shakespeare," says the Doctor. "Very old friend of mine, Will. I'm going to save him from witches someday, or so he tells me. Will, this is the Lady Fred of Gallifrey, but you can call her Romana
( ... )
The walls of her room are pink, with a floral pattern on them that's just beginning to fade. She hates it, she says. It's so childish, and just not cool, so she's pinned up pictures of boys to cover some of the flowers, and her parents don't mind like Aunt Lavinia would.
She's never kissed a boy, but Sarah is the only one at school who knows. Sarah hasn't either, but everyone knows that. Sarah's too good and when they're in public, sometimes Andrea laughs at her for it.
"We should practice," Andrea says one day as they sit cross-legged on her bed, facing each other.
"How?"
"With each other, silly. So we know what to do."
"I'm not doing that!" With anyone else, Sarah would have stuck to her guns. She's stubborn, her teachers say, or headstrong, when they're feeling kinder. But this is Andrea, and Sarah can't say no to her for long.
She takes Sarah's hand and pulls her closer, and Sarah's heart is suddenly thumping out a tattoo in her chest, a thousand beats a minute. Don't be daft, she tells herself, willing her body not to
( ... )
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"I said 'don't get cross'," the Doctor said, scuttling backwards behind the console and, he hoped, out of reach of a potential slap. "I did say."
"In what way," Donna said, very slowly, "are we, you and me, married? Because I think I'd remember"Firat time we met. You in a white dress. Biodamp ring. Remember? Except - oh, you'll laugh at this - probably - possibly - I sort of made a tiny mistake with the type of biodamper and we're actually legally married in nine-tenths of this part of the galaxy." Donna was quiet, in much the same way that the eye of the hurricane was quiet just before the other side of the storm hit. "Not on Earth, though," he added. "Well, only on Earth between the years 2250 and 5 billion and you look magnificent when you're angry, have I said ( ... )
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"I could murder a drink. Is your shift over? Want to go to the pub?"
Martha finds she has a terrible, burning desire to say I saw you die.
She remembers a woman who grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the back of a motorbike on the outskirts of Edinburgh in the early days. They drove for twenty miles, thunder in their ears and the ground shaking under their feet, before Ace pulled over in a deserted field.
"Cloaking device on the bike," said Ace, by way of greeting, fast and practical. "I know you've got one too, but you could still get blown apart. Sarah Jane told me you'd come this way. You're hard to track down, Martha Jones."
She grinned, and it was beautifully unexpected. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Martha felt herself grin back.
He broadcast it live. He did that with all of the companions he caught. He ( ... )
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Jo isn’t easy to locate, but he finds her eventually. Or rather, she finds him; he is checking Dinas Powys when she waves to him from the opposite side of the street. He barely has time to greet her before she dashes across the road and hugs him, saying “Doctor, it’s so good to see you again!”
They go back to her house, on the edges of town; she makes tea and biscuits “for old times’ sake”. He notices that there’s no one else at home.
As their tea cools on the kitchen table she tells him about everything that’s happened to her in twenty years: the expeditions to the Amazon (wonderful, just wonderful, they were just so full of life, and Doctor, you wouldn’t believe what happened that time their canoe got stuck in the middle of the river), the degree in botany (even without those A-levels), the activist life (rewarding, for the most part, and the mines did close eventually), the divorce ( ... )
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Prompts: Zoe/Adric, Donna/Sarah-Jane, Ace/Eight
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"I'll get you some paracetamol," she said, sliding out of bed and hunting around for something to wear that wasn't last night's hastily discarded knickers.
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An indeterminate amount of time later, still feeling a bit shaky but having calmed the worst of her headache with tea and painkillers, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on the newspaper and being deeply thankful that Luke was staying at Clyde's until dinner time. She glanced up as Donna came in, dressed in her suit again (fantastic suit, Sarah found herself noting) and looking at bit awkward. She smelled faintly of leftover perfume, mixed with cigarettes from the pub the night before ( ... )
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She makes no immediate response to his plea and simply stares at him. He can see her mind working.
Feels it.
She’s counting, almost. Stripes on his suit? Freckles, maybe. “And this is what you have become?” she asks.
And now he knows the answer: battle scars.
“I see it cost you, too.” She is taller now. Her hair reminds him of someone on some American TV show that Rose used to watch. It suits her, though. She is still very ... her, he thinks ( ... )
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She knows Harold Saxon is speaking, not far from the hospital, if only because the preparations for it meant she had to take a detour this morning and arrived at the hospital late. It's over by the time she leaves the hospital, the crowd gone, for which she's very grateful. She just wants to go home right now, have a cup of tea, watch stupid television and maybe take a nap before she absolutely has to study ( ... )
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It was a good enough day for a walk on the South Bank, Martha thought, but not your usual job interview procedure.
“This isn’t a job interview,” the American, Dr Holloway, sighed. “This is just to make sure the paperwork’s filled in. Martha - we know what happened to your family. It’s kinda our fault. We just wanted to make good.”
Martha stopped dead. “How’d you know -?”
“I’m chief medical adviser to the Unified Intelligence Taskforce,” said Dr Holloway, seriously. “And I’m not hiring an assistant, I’m training an apprentice.”
“What, like Obi-Wan and Luke Skywalker?” Martha giggled, and to her surprise Dr Holloway was laughing too.
“Exactly! Man, you have no idea how long it’s been since someone cracked a Star Wars joke to me. Nine years, nearly. Miz Jones -” she lapsed into a bad Bogart imitation - “this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!”
Pairings: Jabe/Chan’tho, Five/Turlough, Cassandra/Chip
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Nyssa was sitting on her bed, legs swinging, and Tegan looked up in surprise when she spoke. She’d asked it in a perfectly normal voice, as if it was a perfectly normal question. No different to inquiring about the weather or wondering aloud what outfit she should wear today.
“I don’t know.”
What was she supposed to say? It was all over now, anyway. Tegan didn’t particularly want to dwell on it. The Brigadier had been returned to his own time, with his memories fully restored and, as usual, the Doctor had swept away just as suddenly as he’d arrived.
Sometimes his detachment alarmed Tegan, but, the more time she spent with him, the more she came to understand why it was necessary. He’d been willing to give up his regenerations to save her and Nyssa, but they’d never speak about it again. Couldn’t speak about it again. It would be too hard ( ... )
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“Hello, Doctor,” says Romana, with a smile. “However did you recognize me?”
“Oh, I have a bit of a knack for these things, you know, very simple once you’ve got the hang of it. Look, Romana,” he says, turning to the woman on the other side of the console, “say hello to yourself.”
“Charmed,” says the younger Romana, carefully looking herself over.
“Hello,” says Romana, with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll both be wondering what I’m doing here.”
“I was just saying to myself, wasn’t I just saying to myself, yes, I was just saying to myself, ‘What is Romana doing here,’ I was saying, wasn’t I ( ... )
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She's never kissed a boy, but Sarah is the only one at school who knows. Sarah hasn't either, but everyone knows that. Sarah's too good and when they're in public, sometimes Andrea laughs at her for it.
"We should practice," Andrea says one day as they sit cross-legged on her bed, facing each other.
"How?"
"With each other, silly. So we know what to do."
"I'm not doing that!" With anyone else, Sarah would have stuck to her guns. She's stubborn, her teachers say, or headstrong, when they're feeling kinder. But this is Andrea, and Sarah can't say no to her for long.
She takes Sarah's hand and pulls her closer, and Sarah's heart is suddenly thumping out a tattoo in her chest, a thousand beats a minute. Don't be daft, she tells herself, willing her body not to ( ... )
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